If you watch the Super Bowl for the commercials, then surely you couldn't help but notice the ads about bodily functions that aired during yesterday's game. There were drug ads for opioid-induced constipation, and announcements for cures for irritable bowel syndrome with diarrhea. The only thing missing from last night's game were public notices for over-active bladders.
 | Of course, it all makes perfect sense when you think about the normal fare served at Super Bowl parties: pizza, wings, queso, chunky quacamole, hot crab dip, nachos, 7-layer dip and more! As a mater of fact, we hosted a Super Bowl party last night and the one dish that went virtually untouched were the fresh cut vegetables. Emmett Lee Dickinson wrote about Super-Bowl-type parties in his now classic poem " Four Servings had I than the rest" (below on the left). HIs poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "One Blessing had I than the rest" (below on the right). Fortunately, if you are still suffering from the after-effects from your Super Bowl party, there is relief available: Dickinson's "Poo-Goo." Yes, besides being America's greatest poet, Emmett Lee Dickinson was also an inventor and scientist, and he invented a wide variety of drugs and medicines -- including "Poo-Goo," an all natural laxative guaranteed to clear a system that has gone sluggish. Pictured at the left: A vintage ad for Dickinson's "Poo-Goo." (Click the image to enlarge.) For more information on medicines invented by Emmett Lee Dickinson, click HERE. |
| By Emmett Lee Dickinson: Four Servings had I than the rest So larger were my Eyes That I stopped gorging – satiated – For my expanded size – It was the limit of my Dream – The focus of my Prayer – A perfect – paralyzing Bliss – Contented as a Bear – I knew no more of Want – or Need – Fantastic the was the meal For I did Value all the Food – Supremest was my Zeal – The Hors-d'oeuvres were hot the Hors-d’oeuvres were cold Procured with relished Ado – My Buffet Plate leant over – full – My Judgment perished – too – Why Bliss so readily concede – Why Paradise defer – Why Foods be snubbed by Us – my Bowels – I devastate some more – | By Emily Dickinson: One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging – satisfied – For this enchanted size – It was the limit of my Dream – The focus of my Prayer – A perfect – paralyzing Bliss – Contented as Despair – I knew no more of Want – or Cold – Phantasms both become For this new Value in the Soul – Supremest Earthly Sum – The Heaven below the Heaven above – Obscured with ruddier Blue – Life's Latitudes leant over – full – The Judgment perished – too – Why Bliss so scantily disburse – Why Paradise defer – Why Floods be served to Us – in Bowls – I speculate no more – |
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